Well, Donald Trump just verbally murdered you. How do you like them apples?

Jim Rome is running a block of Trump quotes on Rosie spliced together into 2 minutes of continuous beatdown. Here’s the back story, and here’s the beatdown. (clicky-clicky for audio goodness)

this 10-speed bike:

this fat baby:

Also, my BMI has dropped a point and a half during my quest for emaciation.  I’m going to go knock back a couple shots of ranch dressing to celebrate.

this Eureka vacuum:

this bass guitar:

And according to BMI, I’m now officially overweight.  My sub-categorization has gone down from “Jabba” to “Ostertag”.

I found 2 of the pounds I’d lost last week.  They were right there on the nightstand where I’d left them.  Obesity lives to fight another day; I’m 0.5 somethings away from being overweight.  And now I guess I’ve only lost a handful of iPods instead of the whole laptop.  Oh well.

After Mick’s stunning success, I decided to join the Weight Watchers group where I work. I just had my 1-week weigh-in, and I’ve lost 5.6 lbs, or the equivalent of this Apple MacBook Pro:

According to this Body Mass Index calculator, my BMI is 30.2, down from 30.8. Technically, I’m “obese”; but look out, “overweight”, cause here I come!

By the way, for my height Weight Watchers sets my maximum weight at 182. Apparently their guidelines were developed in NAZI GERMANY.